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Nathan was still around, and he vaguely remembered something piratey last year around this time. But really? Seriously, he didn't need a damn hat or a hook on his hand.

He took one look at the bar, and went "Screw this." Not in the mood for Milli-weirdness at the moment. And headed out back to walk and likely fly around. He's gonna camp out back since no hats and he's got two hands back there, k?

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John nods with a low whistle. "I'd believe it. Then again, still better than where I come from. Even despite the lack of personal space here." People trying to shoot you down from afar is worse.

"Yeah, same here, and get plenty of space if you stay outside."

Nathan then offered his hand, "Nathan Petrelli, New York, 2007."

John takes it, and replies, "Dr. John Vattic, um, Boston, 2001."

"Yeah, I usually go down to the shooting range when I'm out here. Didn't know it was a whole forest and everything. Wow."

"Forest, lakes. There's even an inlet out that way." He gestured toward the lake, and a section that now had a pirate ship on it.

He frowned, "Usually not ships though."

"I would imagine that it's tied to the occasion too, wouldn't you?" John shrugs. "Do people ever have parties or anything out here? Seems like it'd make much more sense than a crowded bar."

"Sometimes yeah. There'll be events out back. Weddings, birthday parties."

"Huh. That's interesting."

"You alright? You look kind of... haggard." It's said kindly, not prying.

Nathan shrugged, "Why I'm taking a break. Been rough back home."

"Heh. Tell me about it." Then realizing that could be taken completely wrong, he adds hastily, "Not literally, though."

Nathan nodded, "Yeah. It's complicated."

John nods, and walks silently for a bit.

Then, eventually, he asks, "So, I take it you've been coming here for a while?"

"Around two years now, yeah," Nathan readily agreed.

"Just like the peace enough to deal with the craziness?"

"It's not personal craziness so yeah."

"Yeah. Or government craziness. And there's outside."

"Government?" Raised eyebrow at that.

"Kinda on the run, right now. Somehow got myself involved in a conspiracy of epic proportions. So this is a nice place to get away from that." Or so he pretends to think.

Another day or two, and Nathan will be comparing notes to the company. Right now he still didn't know, so he just nodded.

"Yeah, like what? Experimentation? Kidnapping?"

"Both, plus military cover-ups, and facts being changed around randomly to the point where almost nothing about it makes sense anymore. Add in six months worth of memory loss, and... that's about where I am, right now."

Nathan stared back at him.

".....Shit. Any ideas who exactly? DOD, CIA?"

"No, I think it's something more sinister than that. Even those agencies have to answer for something. This one... doesn't seem to give a damn about laws. They'd just as soon throw you in a medical experiment or an insane asylum if you so much as look at them sideways."

"Don't work for any organization with initials," Nathan muttered to himself, and in a louder voice he added, "Sounds like the guys who tried to kidnap me once back home."

"Really? I'm not sure what it's even called yet, it's so black box. All I know is that they're very interested in all things related to a possibly botched mission. ...I wish I could remember.

"What happened to you, if you don't mind talking about it?"

"A couple of guys grabbed me from my hotel room at gunpoint. I fought them and ran. Managed to get away."
Not yet saying how he got away. Not just yet.

"Just for no apparent reason? Or did they say they wanted something?"

"Yeah, saying they just wanted to ask me some questions."

Nathan then stepped back from John, "But it's probably because of this." And he shot into the air suddenly.

The escape of his is likely making more sense now.

John's eyes widen, but he just accepts the flight. "I see. There were other factors in mine too." To demonstrate, John holds up his right hand, now glowing blue, and knits his eyebrows in concentration. A large fallen tree limb suddenly floats up into the air, and stays there, pivoting like a gyroscope, engulfed in yellow lights.

John's hand goes out, and the limb flies through the air to hit another tree, fracturing into a billion splinters.

Nathan flew back down, but remaining in the air for a moment to watch.

"Is that something that just started?"

"Not sure, really... like I said, the past six months of my life are gone to me. I woke up in a hospital, drugged half out of my mind, chained to the bed, and bruised all over."

"Worst part is, I could tell I'd been there for a while."

"Our understanding of this, our abilities... it's genetic. But you think they altered you to have this?"

John shakes his head. "They could have, but I get the feeling that I was like this even before I was brought in. But the possibility's still there."

Nathan eyed him, "Wonder if that makes you like us. Or the mutants around here."

"Talked to a few mutants, and it seems like their powers generally manifest around the early teens? So I have no idea, really. I mean, there was a lot of speculation a few years back about children and psychic ability, so I guess I could've just been blocking mine."

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